Jill

So, Monday was my first Supply Chain Management class. It was also my first elective for the major, thus I was surrounded by Operations Management undergrad students. Most of whom are white males from Minnesota.

This is a huge change from all of the other classes I've taken this time around where 75 to 80% of the students are from India, with another 15 - 20% being from Nepal (I'm usually hanging out with the Nepalese). And one of those Nepalese is in the Supply Chain class with me - Jenius.

Side Note: Last night one Nepalese girl, Sama, let me try some "traditional Nepalese food": dried apricots (with the pits still in them) coated with sugar and some kind of hot, spicy stuff with a kick. Oh, it was so good...

But anyway, so the first class has about 40 people in it and we all have to go around and introduce ourselves. As I said before, most of the people are white males from Minnesota. So, in their introductions, at least 20 of them all said that either "I'm in Ops Management and I like sports/hockey" or "I'm in Ops Management and I like hunting and/or fishing." You can't make that shit up. Then, after they hit the first white Minnesotan girl (who also likes fishing), they come across a second white Minnesotan girl, dressed in all black with dyed black hair and multiple facial piercings. Her response? "Hi, I'm [name], I'm in Ops Management and I've been a professional Michael Jackson impersonator for the past seven years."

You can't make that shit up, either.

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In other news, I've been feeling the financial crunch lately. What with holiday spending, the trip to Hawaii and paying for tuition and books ($2000 a semester), I've been feeling very poor. My wonderful husband keeps offering to help pay for school, but I'm stubborn and prideful and really want to be able to do it myself. I know, I don't deserve him. This summer I have to give Darlene back to viksin (or her sister) so if I want to be a biker babe for the second year in a row, I'll need to buy a bike, too. Unless my first review here gives me a multi-thousand dollar raise, that ain't happenin'. So Tim get's a wild hair up his butt. We're at a poker party last weekend at motogeek's and Puzi is there and tells us that he might be willing to sell the "alien" bike (which I think is another small Honda Rebel like Darlene) for pretty cheap (like $650, cheap). I don't know if it was the "Guzzi Juice" or the fact that he won first place in the first two tournaments, but Tim decides that if I like the alien bike, he'll buy it for me.

Yes, I am a lucky woman. :)

I've been putting off a lot of things lately that I shouldn't have and they're starting to bite me in the butt.

I should really call my aunt back to let her know we'd love to go to her house for Thanksgiving. The 4-ish hour drive (one-way) to her house in Deer River is a little ick-ish, but it'd be nice to see my grandma.

i should really pick up the box of contacts I have at the optomitrist's office that's been there for over a week.

I put off ordering tickets to Body World for today so they sold out and I missed getting to hang out with Ms. jo_mommday. (Luckily we also got an invite to thetim's place so we hung out with him all day instead. It was fun!)

I kept putting off repaying superna for the Spamalot tickets for next summer. Luckily she remembered and we evened up last night during poker.

viksin finally remembered the shirt she borrowed, oh, last year, and then we both forgot after she left Janna's last night. DOH!

I should really do some laundry as the pile of not clean is getting taller and the pile of clean and match-able is getting smaller.

Our kennel project is only part-way done and we haven't touched it in about a month and it is getting colder out.

Our nephew Craig will be ten on Thursday and his birthday gathering for the family is on Sunday and we don't have a gift for him yet...

And christmas cards and gifts for everyone are yet to be decided... ack!

I should go to bed, yet, too. :) Snuggle up to my wonderful husband and a purr-cat...

Amanda and I had a grand old time looking at the homes on the Historic Homes tour here in Cloud.

Bishop Busch sure was a rich man back in the day. His house was gigantic. It now holds the offices of the St. Cloud Arch Diocese and the past four bishops (not including our current) all lived in the apartment on the third floor across from the chapel room. One thirty-something fellow who is completely gutting and renovating one of the houses on the tour was practically giddy when an elderly lady disclosed she had boarded there one summer in 1938. It had been college apartments for quite a few years recently and the house is currently studs and floors now.

After the tour, Amanda and I had lunch at Jules Bistro next to the Paramount. She had the veggie wrap and I had the veggie sandwich. I think viksin would really like the place. It's much different from the last time I was there, Halloween 2000, when it was "The Garden on St. Germain". I think it was the last night I saw my roommate Andrea before my friends and I left all of her stuff in her boyfriend's driveway on New Years Day.

I couldn't imagine what Amanda's sister is going through at the moment. Married for less than a year. Divorced two weeks ago, pregnant for three months and now married to baby's daddy but she hasn't offically told Amanda or her mom yet that she's married again. All at the age of 21. Holy balls.

ouch. that hour was hell.

Yessir, hour 21 of KVSC's trivia weekend, we got a whopping 35 points.


Ouch.

Because I'm going to know that that recording was of JRR Tolkein reading the language of Mordor. Or the name of the deputy director of Indiana's DNR from 1992 when their website only goes back to 1996.

I just hope superna, viksin, or princeaeneas wake up soon as I think we need a fresh person to recharge our zeal.